“Torin?” he whispered. “What is happening?” Wirr paused uncertainly, then swallowed a lump in his throat. The loss of blood was starting to disorient his father. “You were stabbed,” said Wirr, keeping his tone as gentle as he could. “You saved me.” Elocien groaned. “You’re older. I don’t understand.” Wirr held his father’s hand tight. Elocien was fading fast. “Everything’s all right. I’ll be here until the end.” Elocien shook his head in desperation. “No. I don’t want to die. Help me.” He grabbed Wirr by the shirt, pulling him close so that all Wirr could see was the fear in his eyes. “Help
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